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In Milan, a stroller can be unnerving. In Milan, also on the totem scarrozzante which mothers thrown to force their frustrations become taboo for the occasion, fails to arouse any interest. There is no escape. Although mothers are behind us with a smile elastic and padded to look like the teeth softer. There is no escape even if they are crushed into sumptuous dresses from labels torn virginity. No. The mothers in Milan are violent as a man-made tsunami, pulled duty plastic surgeon for the occasion wavering. Are violent behind their SUV-size four-wheel stroller. Moreover more than a jerky heel 15 or a pair of dancers flat and slippery, you need it. there is no love in their eyes but aggressive vacuum that can not be calmed by the cries of the little dazed even there with them. Bus line 54. There are people, but not a lot. It is not rush hour. Seated passengers do what you do on a bus to a paesone he believes to be the metropolis are bored to death. Suddenly a cry loud, clear, clear, adamant, "Open does not see that we also strollers? ". quizzically intertwining between the plates welded well of public transport. In fact the driver has not started yet, the doors are open, no one thought to give up on the sidewalk in any way the two mothers who are coming designer travel who knows what the world told to perfection. But despite this, the 'cashmere shawl from intabarrata had the need to scream like a desperate, "Open does not see that we also have strollers?". And then of course go up and not thank anyone, even the poor man who offered to raise the little creaking with cradle attached. Murmurs thick dense, sidelong glances at the mother also equipped with headphones tuned flat shoes flat that lies at the foot, and a sharp hum of a lady not only mother but also her grandmother, who is contemptuous to know the neighbors: "How many stories, and we that we did not even strollers scenes that we have done?". That's the point. The "scenes". The many "scenes" that you build around. And if you are the first to do so for the mothers, the plague can not become social. Such as drugs, alcoholism and other addictions. Here we are becoming a nation addicted to "scenes" unnecessary, cumbersome farces that cover our fears and our loneliness. "Scene" that serve no purpose except to arrogantly imposing our presence. As a sentence thrown out on Facebook, "Open does not see that we also have strollers?" Exactly. Good shirt at all.